Life Carcass Time Bones Poem by Terence George Craddock

choose to be my epitaph
life is meat on bone my blood
white or red wine slip
spilt on slaughter ground...

not everyone is colour coded
arranged on a rubik's cube
some of us are pressure boxed
wisdom chinese puzzles rib...

again I have bleep bleep slipped
through the seams of time hopped
skipped into another life skin popped
leaving fleeting shadows echoing...


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock